Don’t tell anybody but campsite 59 is the place to be with a personal rock formation and daily bird concerts.
There is a sad song for every waitress in this town
Phone calls to family at the forlorn parking lot
Scattered showers and icy wind
Casinos and taxidermy
So glad we have wheels and gas in the tank
Warming up so she can pull the tourists up 11a territory on Corner Drug.
A soft spot in my heart for Nevada. Mountains taller than you know, roads so lonely your mind composes country music. Still you never know, you might run into long lost friends after you pulled over at a mile post in the middle of nowhere.